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should at least shake hands with her opponent. She ran her finger along the fish’s side. “Throw him back, before he suffocates.”
                  Blaine did and the little mullet disappeared almost before he hit the water. Blaine grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer. He offered it to Mia.
                  “You’re a man after my own heart,” she said, as they both cleaned up.
              “You hungry?”
                  She nodded.
                  “Leave all this here. I’ll get it tomorrow.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Let’s not forget the wine.”
                  They returned to the apartment and enjoyed a homemade lasagna and salad. After they ate she joined him on a dark leather sofa. They sat at opposite ends, as if the space might dull the sexual energy that buzzed between them. The more wine she consumed, the more doubtful Mia was that she and Blaine would be able to keep their promise. She didn’t even know if she cared. Blaine broached the topic first.
                  “So… we’ve done well so far.” He tugged at his jeans.
                  She scooted closer to him. “Yeah.” Closer still. She rested her hand on his knee. “We’ve done a great job. Very platonic.”
                  He put his hand over hers. “I’m serious, Mia. We’re not making love tonight.”
                  “I know. I agree.” She spoke, but her body took over. She climbed into his lap and straddled him. What the hell am I doing? She thought. After all my blah-blah-blah about controlling myself?
              He ran a hand through her hair. “Look… this isn’t… I mean I can’t be expected to…”             
                  She touched his lips. “Shhh. We can just kiss? Touch a little?”
                  He bit her finger, gently. “Right. We don’t have to go all the way.”
                  She nodded.
                  That was all Blaine needed, apparently. He put both hands on her cheeks, and then dug his fingers into her hair. He pulled her mouth toward his, and kissed her. His tongue was alternately gentle and just rough enough. His hands worked their way from the base of her neck over her bare shoulders, and he kissed her chest. She blessed her dress’ strapless design. The skin above her breasts tingled.
                  “Just kiss… or maybe…” He pulled the bodice of her dress over her breasts. The dress had a built in bra, and he moaned at the site of her bare, erect nipples. He suckled each one. She watched his tongue dance over them. She directed his head with her hands in his hair. She ground her crotch into his, and her hands went to his belt.
                  His cock was already hard, and peeked a solid three inches over the edge of his belt. She pulled his shirt loose and unbuckled his belt. “Maybe…” she said.
                  She slipped down into his lap and let his dick free with a quick unzipping. She took it in her hand. To her amazement she found she couldn’t touch her fingers to her thumb, he was that thick. Once again, he own bravado astounded her. She licked his cock, slow quick strokes, and took him into her mouth.
                  “No—don’t.” He said. He gently pushed her onto her back. “I can’t take it if you do that. If we’re not going to go all the way, just let me take care of you.”
                  She nodded a rested back on the couch. He pushed her long skirt over her knees and then spread her legs. “So beautiful,” he murmured. She felt his tongue. Long strokes, and then short ones. She ran her hands over her own thighs. Jeff had sometimes tried to go down on her, but she’d never understood what all her friends thought was so great about it. She was about to find